usatvline Chapter 347 Falling into a Sea of Blood
Chapter 347 Falling into a Sea of Blood
He was born with a pair of divine eyes that could see the cause and effect of others. In this secluded mountain village or a tribe that inherited evil magic, nails engraved with runes are being driven into his body.
Everything happened silently, with only the sound of metal tools clashing against nails echoing in the air. However—
A guilty conscience may be revealed in secret, but the eyes of God are sharp.
There is a pair of eyes watching the evildoer commit the crime.
He was unable to make a sound as excruciating pain spread through his limbs from the wound.
Therefore, it was impossible to persuade the perpetrator to stop.
He wasn't calling for help; he was trying to save people.
Fearing he would break free, the old man and the others sealed his spiritual power. His eyes were filled with blood and turned into two red marks. Shen Anzhi could no longer use his spiritual power to suppress the divine eyes hanging high in the mist.
When he regained consciousness, the place had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Not only were there villains who wanted to kill him, but also innocent people who knew nothing. A woman fanning herself in the cool air loved to give him wild fruits, and a young man once brought him coarse tea...
The prophet's divination came true; everything vanished.
Shen Anzhi broke through to the Golden Core realm.
He was bewildered and fled in panic.
The next day, a beggar passed by. An ordinary person would have avoided this ominous place, but he was starving. How could he miss this desolate place and rare village? Even if he died, he would die with a full stomach.
He walked into the sea of red flowers and heard a cry.
Until ten years later.
The all-knowing Sect Leader Fang brought a little beggar to Shen Anzhi.
……
Shen Anzhi is cooperating with his fellow disciples from the Star-Picking Tower to confront the Howling Sky Sect.
Simple fog is not enough to be a killing move, but it can be the best support.
Many people have died here.
He abhorred killing and was even less willing to destroy the sect, but if he was not there, the Xiaotian Sect would have a chance to retaliate and kill its fellow disciples from the Zhaixing Tower.
Shen Anzhi was filled with worry.
It wasn't until Gu Yiguan made his move that he realized Zhang Zhihan's entry into the formation might also be part of this scheme. If Zhang Zhihan couldn't be suppressed, Shen Xun's entry into the formation would inevitably lead to a confrontation with him.
The current situation is unclear, and he can no longer see the bigger picture.
It is unclear to what extent Gu Yiguan intends to go.
Although he had not yet grasped the opportunity of the purple aura, he vaguely guessed that what his junior sister Gu had realized was related to "things being accomplished in secret".
It can obscure all causes and conditions in the world.
Just as he was feeling uneasy, Song Kezi, with a pot lid-shaped ritual implement on his head, stealthily approached him and said:
"Senior Brother Shen, do you know that the lineage you wiped out twenty-five years ago actually still has a bastard living in the world?"
Shen Anzhi shuddered, as if he had a premonition of something.
Song Kezi continued:
"That was just a little devil seeking revenge. Hehe, now that he's dead, the karma on your shoulders is cleared, and you'll never have to worry about this again!"
"Is it Shen Xun...?"
As if seeking final confirmation, Shen Anzhi asked.
Song Kezi nodded repeatedly and said:
“Yes, yes!
"Hehe, he's definitely going to die this time. Big Goose can't control himself, he's not easy to deal with. Even you, Senior Brother, would have a hard time with him, let alone..."
Hey! Senior brother, where are you going?!
The past was brought back to mind. He had thought that the killings he had committed years ago could never be made up for, but he never expected that there was one person who had survived the killings.
And many years later, she stood before him.
Song Kezi put the pot lid back on and retreated to a safe place. He saw the gray mist surging and expanding to more than twice its previous size almost instantly.
Shen Anzhi was walking towards the formation, clearing away all obstacles along the way.
Until the disciples of the Xiaotian Sect could no longer pose a threat, he stepped into the great formation that had become a tomb, to save the child he had raised.
While I was watching the commotion, I suddenly felt a chill on my neck.
Song Kezi turned her head and met Gu Yiguan's gaze. The telepathic message in her ear was completely calm and even.
"Why go through all that trouble?"
"Since all the tributaries will flow in the direction you pointed out, it doesn't matter whether that kid lives or dies. He's been playing with me for a few years after all!"
"Moreover, if he dies, Shen Anzhi might very well suspect that you and I were involved!"
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When Zhang Zhihan took out the array cone and placed it within the grand array, he never imagined—
The array cone handed to him by Senior Sister Gu will become something that overwhelms his mind.
When he regained consciousness...
I saw Shen Anzhi, his white shirt stained with blood.
Looking around, it had become a living hell. Severed limbs and remains lay scattered within the formation, making it impossible to distinguish the faces of the dead. Blood had congealed and clung to various parts.
A blood-red spider web covered everything in front of my eyes, under my feet, and at my fingertips.
Ah Li was unaware of what was happening outside.
From her perspective, it was the senior brother who was holding the white goose who went mad and slaughtered all his fellow disciples in the formation.
It was Shen Xun who rushed into the formation and risked his life to save her.
She didn't know what she had done wrong, nor what her fellow disciples in the formation had done wrong, nor what the injured Shen Xun had done wrong, nor what the goose-embracing senior brother who had gone mad with his cultivation had done wrong...
Unbeknownst to her, her sect and her master had already vanished.
A-Li was born into the Xiaotian Sect; it was not A-Li's fault.
Her breath was barely audible, as if she didn't want to see Shen Xun's worried expression, and she forced a smile as she asked:
"The night is still and the stars are shining, why... do you never even glance at them?"
Shen Xun lowered his head upon hearing the sound and met A Li's eyes.
When their eyes met, he finally saw the sea of stars, like a quiet, beautiful night, with starlight dancing and shining brightly.
There are always some people who, upon first meeting, feel like old friends returning home.
Unfortunately, he was always in a hurry and never gave it a second glance.
After Ah Li fell into a coma, Shen Anzhi patted his shoulder wearily and said:
"Let's talk after we go out."
This war to annihilate the sect has finally come to an end.
Shen Anzhi walked to the key point of the formation and removed the array cone. However, at the moment the formation disappeared, a bolt of purple lightning struck from the sky, seemingly from Gu Yiguan's casual strike during the battle.
But it pointed directly in the direction of Shen Xun.
The action was so fast that no one had time to react.
Purple lightning tore through the sky, like a purple meteor streaking across the heavens, about to fall in an instant!
A large bird with wings like glass flapped its wings and flew swiftly towards us—
It let out a sharp screech and glided over in the instant everyone turned their heads, spreading its wings that blotted out the sky, ready to meet the purple lightning that fell from the Nascent Soul stage, carrying murderous intent.
Sunlight refracted through the clear wings, casting a dazzling glow.
The Crystal-Burning Cloud Bird finally found a familiar scent.
Just as the two were about to collide, Shen Xun seemed to have a premonition that things would not end so smoothly. Almost at the same moment, he flew forward and took the initiative to meet the crashing purple lightning.
He fell into a sea of blood.
Just like when I was born.
The shimmering, radiant bird hovered and cried mournfully, with shimmering light and shadows floating above it.
He says--
"Fly."